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I Grew Old Overnight Vol IIIA Story by Mari' EmeraudeLemme Complain, Darnit, I'm Old! |
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Two Ways to LoseA Poem by schlanksAnother thought on the floorA knot from my stomachTangled like hair I twisted while sureI don't need such self-destruction anymoreCut it thereJust sho.. |
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57A Poem by Thomas W CaseA poem about aging. Check out my you tube channel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dj--qJ8_XbA |
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AutumnA Poem by Jeff Bresee...what could be the meaning of the falling leaves |
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Thing HeldA Poem by Jeff BreseeBegotten days become as sand... |
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Come WinterA Poem by Jeff BreseeWhen will it be that it’s my time to go? |
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NeverA Poem by Sam HartyI can never do it all again knowing what I knowbid time return, be young again, going with the flow.My youthful days are behind me nowwell spent and w.. |
Ooh La LaA Poem by Mari' EmeraudeThe "younger man/older woman" dynamic and the conflicts it can present. |
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Smile LinesA Poem by Amanda ReynoldsA conversation with a loved one... |
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HermitA Poem by iTryToWriteAllTheTimeFractured thoughts trying to find vision. |
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DeathA Poem by Poet PittinixThis poem speaks about people and death. |
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Is Time Really Moving?A Poem by Poet PittinixThis composition challenges the common theory that time is moving. |
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Wisdom of the AgedA Story by Mari' EmeraudeWisdom of the AgedI've always had a soft spot in my heart for the elderly. The wisdom of the aged can be found in these folks if only given the chance.. |
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Perpetually 24A Poem by EllaSo here I stand Perpetually 24 From 18 to 30 And forevermore. And my soul knows not Of the bounds of a clock Or the wear of a tiring world.. |
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Growing OldA Poem by Jeff BreseeIt feels like I’ve been around too long.Every tune has become the same old song.Every plight’s just a fight to no endcuz there’s no .. |
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Aging in DarknessA Poem by Godwin IsiwuA lone black mushroom speaks—aged, unwanted, and lost between life and decay. |
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For ElinA Poem by Luke BowlesA poem about aging, nostalgia and the impressions we leave upon each other. I was 7 days into a silent meditation retreat and reflecting on how women .. |